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The invasion of a glory
Monday, May 26, 2014 at 04:44AM 
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G o o d b y e F o r N o w
Mt. Hermon Baptist Church Cemetery
Pelion, South Carolina
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A symbol of what I believe today came to me years ago when I was too young to understand it fully. With the pessimism of youth, I thought that I doubted life, and I sank into a dark center of despair. I was crossing the Atlantic on a night of war on a ship that was always the possible target of a torpedo. So every door and window was double-draped, lest light should summon death, while on deck every flare of a match or every flame butt of a cigarette was forbidden. A ship of darkness, we plunged through the dangerous dark. And very young, very frightened, I walked the deck alone, my mind as dark as my world.
Yet, as I stared down at the warm ocean, I saw it smitten with a plunging ship into a delicate phosphorescence of splendor. Some aquatic life along our path turned the darkness to a road of gleaming light. And gazing at our pathway paved with miniature misty moons, I transcended my fear, my danger, my despair. I knew suddenly that even in our darkness hours, life is invaded by a flying splendor.
As the years advanced, bringing me ever richer life and ever greater joy, I have still more clearly known this perpetual invasion by a secret glory. A flying splendor surrounds, pervades, and disturbs me like a miracle. A someone before whose secret presence our scanty realism merely caricatures reality. Our timid naturalism merely libels nature. I move into every hour with a sense of a secret presence that speaks in revelation. I must be alive to every intonation, humble, sensitive, childlike. A lute suspended in the wind. A May time tree answering the sun with responsive bloom. For this flying splendor forever reaches out to make me incredulous in my incredulity, to flood my poverty of faith with wealth of fulfillment.
Suddenly in leafless November woods, I see the black alders, unseen all summer, glow with berries like Theus flames. I allow my days to be mean, to be dull, and yet I see with wonder that each is still framed by the awful rose of dawn or dusk. I hear it’s said that the world ends with a whimper. And then I read of a GI, throwing his body on a bursting grenade that his buddies may live. Thus I find ever the invasion of a glory.
These flying gleams I know come from the horizon. They stream from areas vaster than any we yet know. They are too transcendent for one life to grasp, too great for one world to hold. So I feel myself, the pilgrim of heaven, the adventurer into a dawn that is forever. Death is only a door of pain into the world whence the flying splendor enters this.
Thus, grief intensifies the glory. Thus, tragedy is man’s highest hour of triumph. For the grief, like the glory, leads the blossom from the root and carries the origin into the goal. I follow the flying glory like a slender golden thread. It never breaks and it leads me, at last, to God.
= E. Merrill Root =
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Happy Memorial Day
Reader Comments (3)
I had not known of E. Merrill Root so I just read his Bio...what a man he was. Poet, educator, conservative, and by his description a radical . Friend to Robert Frost...can't get any better than that! Wonderful post Gir!
@G .... YES! EMR was an amazing conservative patriot. I came across this piece while looking for something else he wrote, a poem called "Last Will and Testament" which I think I have mentioned to you before. If you haven't already, google "E Merrill Root This I believe" and a result will come up that has an audio of him reading this piece. It's awesome. Happy Memorial Day to you too. Did you get my email about Keats?
@J...I love this man. I think I do remember you mentioning this to me before, and guess I never really delved into what a diverse, wonderful person he was. Gonna' have to read more!! And, regarding an email about Keats, I didn't receive that. Ever since I changed my email address it has been a hassle getting it going right. But, I think it is now so remember it is... ...emerson.glenda@yahoo.com
All is well here and I'm hoping same at your place. Keep me informed Gir.